cycling in Majorca along a lovely winding piece of slightly descending singletrack through some trees, up ahead I can see a crest, high enough to obscure the rest of trail, no biggie, I think, I change up a few gears, and pick up a bit of speed, as I approach the start of the crest, it's actually quite deep sandy soil, which grabs my front wheel, and dumps me on the ground. Lying on the ground I can hear very distinctly now the crashing of waves against rocks, I pick up the bike, and walk to the top of the crest, where the trails ends in a 200ft cliff straight to the sea, the trail, I can see goes faintly to the right…
I sat and gathered, for a moment…